Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there that I "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the boys looked treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Christmas Ball."

leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
They him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the vine 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

Don't tell me cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just Give me a break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

ain't nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."